I submit to you
My poetic Diary...
Words that float from within..
Yet nothing has certainty....
It is about taking it one day at a time...
I’m touched by life and circumstances..
And I begin over here ....
2004, Nasra Al Adawi

Friday, March 30, 2012

There is no story

It took me a long moment to think what I would like to write over here. What does this photo represent and the message that I want to carry on here. Is a story of woman worn out and chipped off and unable to glue back on what had occurred in the past. Or purely just a story of a wood that her time is approaching to an end and that the fate of life is ending here. Wooden chips are torn out from her soul. Remaining thin-skinned exposed but silently resisting and accepting this fate remain absolute hard. Who would easily be tolerable, welcoming their end. The fact of life, is not easy to let go of life as simple as that